However, believe you me, there is no way Frank, Dino, or Sammy could have kept up with these guys. They must have a different kind of craftsmanship of men across the pond…the kind of guy that can ingest literally 4-5 BOTTLES of high octane spirits per day and still memorize lines and stagger to their stage marks.

To be honest, I may not finish because I can only marvel at their cast iron guts for 50-100 pages. I’m also starting to get a bit queasy.